(Hi guys! Thank you for reading! Just a note for my already followers, I redid the prologue and chapter 1, cause the original didn't flow right for me. Let me know what you think with reviews!)

Prologue

The feeling of Mikoto going limp on his sword was something Munakata couldn't drive out of his mind. The last words, which didn't even have anything to do with him, still echoed in his soul. Munakata was able to keep his stance when he rejoined Scepter 4 after the battle. Seri had a glassy look in her eyes, he could tell she wanted to cry from relief in seeing her King return. Munakata looked over each and every member of Scepter 4 that was in his sights. There were a few members being attended to for wounds, others just looked around as if they couldn't believe was had happened. His eyes landed on Fushimi, who was looking at what was left of the HOMRA group. He could tell there was a touch of sadness in his eyes, knowing just as much as Munakata himself that Mikoto was dead. Munakata walked over to Fushimi, gently putting his hand on the young man's shoulder.

"You may grieve with your former comrades, if you'd like." Munakata said in a soft and gentle voice.

A small gasp of surprise could be heard from the young man, then he turned to the Blue King.

"They wouldn't allow it, sir," Fushimi replied, his eyes cast down in the smallest moment of shame. He clicked his tongue and walked away.

The Blue King looked down at HOMRA, all in one large group. Izumo had on a straight face like he was trying to stay strong for the rest of the members. The little girl was in Yata's arms, both crying rest of HOMRA had their heads down, each letting the death of their King sink in.

"I'm sorry." Munakata said softly, holding back the salt water that threatened to drop from his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Fushimi couldn't keep his eyes off the four Sword of Damocles in the air, each other their auras challenging the others. It was a majestic sight and the power of the four Kings could be felt deep in his chest, shaking his thin body to the core. Everyone was silent around him, also in awe of the sight before them.

For a few moments the air seemed to freeze like the calm before a storm. Then a huge explosion of red energy could be seen. The ground shook with such immense power and a few people let out a surprised and confused yelps. Fushimi didn't know what could cause such an explosion but he refused to tear his eyes away from the scene which caused pain to shoot to his head. He gritted his teeth and blinked a few times quickly.

After the red energy released only two Swords could be seen in the sky but they weren't clashing like before. Fushimi could see pieces of Mikoto's Sword falling and disappearing and he let in a shocked breath. "This is it." he thought to himself, his chest tightening in anticipation and disbelief.

Mikoto's Sword of Damocles began to fall, almost peacefully considering the power it held. It looked like someone had cut the rope holding it and it just fell with no sound. Fushimi stopped breathing, thinking him and everyone around him was going to die right here. Even in the face of death Fushimi's eyes never left the broken Sword of Damocles. He never gave a thought to looking at members of Scepter 4 or HOMRA. If he was going to die he might as well fill his eyes, mind, and soul with something beautiful.

Almost a minute later he was still standing, surrounded by confused blue clansmen muttering to each other about what just happened. Fushimi was also confused for a moment. "He killed him." Fushimi's mind filled with these words and he had no idea how he should feel about it.

A few more moments went by and a sudden sharp pain shot through Fushimi's left collarbone. He hissed and uncovered the spot of the pain, only to watch a small red globe-like ord leave where his HOMRA mark was.

"No blood! No bone! No ash!" could be heard from below. Fushimi moved to the edge of the bridge he stood on to look down. Yata was crying without shame while yelling with his comrades with their fists pumping the air. A small feeling of guilt racked Fushimi but all he could do was stare down at what he had left so long ago.